“So what do you think? Demonic?” Wesley asked his boss.

                “I don’t know. But it seems like someone who has a vendetta against us.”

                “Darla? Or Drusilla?”

                “They’re long gone. Why would they come back? Why wouldn’t they just drink the blood?”

                “Because it’s not about that, Angel. It’s deeper than blood. It’s hurt or anger. And why the heart?”

                “Maybe Xander or Willow unintentionally hurt this person.”

                “I don’t know.” Wesley was silent for a moment. “Do you think it’s wise to rule out Faith?”

                “Faith didn’t do it. It’s not her thing. She’d just break a neck, or stab someone. Ripping hearts out, that’s a different story.”

                “I suppose. Still, I’d feel better if you kept an eye on her.”

                “I’ll do that.”

Riley walked downstairs. He’d just finished his workout and was on his way up to see Buffy when he remembered the soda that she wanted. He went downstairs and saw the case sitting on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and fell the floor, an axe lodged in his head.

                That night was the party. “Should we still go?” Cordelia asked. “I mean, Willow and Xander…”

                “I think they would want us to go.” Buffy said. “They wouldn’t want us to be so sad.”

                “You’re right.” Wesley said. “And besides, Virginia has fired up the hot tub for us later, after everyone leaves.” He announced.

                “Then it’s settled. We’ll attend the Valentine’s party.” Faith agreed.

                Wesley had just gotten out of the pool. He went into the locker room to change. He’d take a quick shower before going upstairs to change. He stepped out of the shower and reached out to where he set his glasses. Instead he picked up something squishy. He looked at it, “Oh God… Dear Lord.” He dropped the heart on the floor.

                “Whaddya say Watcher? Be my valentine?” He asked.

                “Oh god-”

                Before Wesley could scream, he stuck the forks deep into his eyes. “Guess you won’t be watching now.”

                Faith opened the door and her eyes swept the room for one of the gang. She felt out of place. She was in a red leather dress that fell mid-thigh. It was strapless and barely held her breasts up. As it was, they were starting to spill.

                “You’re lookin’ hot, Luv.” Spike whispered as he grabbed her from behind.

                “Thanks.” She ground her hips against his and started to gyrate with the music. “Not so bad yourself.”

                “Hey guys.” Angel said, walking up to them.

                “OH, Angel, hi.” Faith greeted. “Where’s Buffy and the rest?”

                “I don’t know. Wesley and Riley haven’t shown up yet.”

                “Odd.” Faith said.

                “I think they’re just getting prezzies.” Spike said. “I’d *love* to give you a prezzie, Faith.” He whispered into her ear, while thrusting his covered cock into her.

                “What a present that is…” she giggled. “But no thanks. Angel is my designated Valentine.”

                He was hungry. He saw Buffy go downstairs and he followed her. *Perfect.* He watched as she sank into the hot tub, bikini barely covering her. He slowly opened the door and let it slam shut.

                “Hello?” She asked. She stood up and looked around. Nothing. “Hellooo?” There was no one. “Is someone there?” She asked again before noticing a black rose on the ledge of the tub. She picked it up. “Does someone wanna be my valentine?” She asked. She had a bad feeling. She stepped out of the tub. “This isn’t funny, Spike.” She said. Nothing. “Riley?” She asked. “Angel? Come on guys, this is serious.”

                “Yes it is.” She smiled.

                “God, this isn’t funny.” She said before turning to see him.

                “No. It’s not. It’s foreplay.” He said as his face changed. “It’s been too long since I’ve had such rich blood.” He grabbed her from behind and sank his fangs into her jugular. She tried to scream but she couldn’t.

                He drained her and threw her into the tub. She engulfed her last breaths as her lungs filled with water. He smiled and closed the door on his way out. “She always drowns.” He said as he started up the stairs.

                “Drown who?” Cordelia asked.

                “What are you talking about? Where are you going?” He asked.

                “Hot tub.”

                “Don’t bother. Buffy’s in there now.”

                “Oh, I’ll keep her company.”

                “You do that, Cordelia.”

                Cordelia finished going down stairs and opened the door. “Buffy? You in here?” She walked over to the tub. “OH GOD! BUFFY! OH NO! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!” She pulled Buffy out but she was dead. “Oh God… Kate. Call Kate.” She ran upstairs and grabbed the cell phone from her purse and went out onto the terrace to call. “Shit… come on.”

                RING. RING. RING. Cordelia froze when she heard ringing coming from the lawn, down by the pond. RING. RING. RING. She stumbled down to the water’s edge and picked up the phone. RING. She threw it into the water and stood up. She glanced over and saw Kate’s body propped up in a lounge chair, her neck slit.

                “FAITH! SOMEONE HELP!” She screamed as she ran back into the house.

                “Cordelia! What is it?” Faith ran to the scared girl.

                “Kate, Buffy… they’re dead. He’s here.”

                “Who?”

                “Whoever killed everyone. He’s in the house.” Just then the lights went out. “He’s gonna kill us.”

                “Who?” Faith asked.

                “Spike. I was going down to take a dip in the pool with Buffy. He was on his way up. He must have killed her. We have to get help.” Cordelia said, she was shaking.

                “There’s no way it’s Spike.” Faith said.

                “Just because you’re semi-involved with him doesn’t mean he’s a saint. He’s a killer.”

                “It could just as well be Angel.” Faith accused.

                “AS IF! Angel has a soul. He wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially not our friends.”

                “Sure he would.” Faith said.

                “YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM! WHO KNOWS, MAYBE YOU DID IT! YOU WERE JEALOUS OF BUFFY!” Cordelia screamed. She grabbed a vase and hit Faith over the head and ran.

                She stumbled down the stairs.

                “Pet?” Cordelia turned around quickly.

                “Stay away from me.” Cordelia threatened. Her blood was racing and she couldn’t breathe.

                “What?” He advanced on her.

                “I don’t know who or what is going on. But until I do, just stay away.”

                “Why?”

                “Buffy’s dead.”

                “What?” He growled.

                “She’s dead. She was drained. I found her in the hot tub, dead. Kate’s dead. Her throat is slit.”

                “We have to get help.” Spike said.

                “YOU DID IT!” She screamed.

                “What?”

                “Angel didn’t do it. He has his soul. And everyone else is dead.”

                “I didn’t kill anyone.”

                “What? Couldn’t handle it? Being good? Was this part of the scheme? To make us trust you and then hurt us like this? Was her blood worth it?” She pulled out a stake. “Stay away from me.”

                “I’m going to get help. Stay here if you want.” He said as he ran up the stairs.

                Cordelia started walking up when someone jumped out at her. “AAAHHH!”

                “It’s me.” Faith said.

                “God, what are you doing here?”

                “Wesley, he’s dead. His eyes…god… we have to get outta here. We have to find Angel.” Faith said.

                “I think he went upstairs.” Cordelia said.

                “You go get him. I’m gonna go call for help.” Faith said. She took off before waiting for an answer.

                “Okay…” Cordelia said. “ANGEL?” She screamed up the stairs. “ANGEL?” She opened the first door and was backhanded across the face. The blow threw her across the room. She looked up at her attacker. “Oh god. It *is* you.”

                He smiled as he broke her neck.

                Faith grabbed a glass of red wine. She had to calm down a little. “Slayer?” Spike said.

                “Spike… have you seen Cordelia?”

                “A little while ago. Why?”

                “I haven’t seen her in a while. I’m worried. Everyone is dead.”

                “I know.” Spike said as his face morphed. “And you do too, Luv.”

*******

                He opened the door to his bedroom. It had been a long day. He shut the door and was taken by surprise when someone grabbed him from behind. A blindfold was quickly placed over his eyes and tied around his head. “Buffy?” He asked, very confused.

                She led him to the bed and pushed him back. “Who is that?” He asked, but she just giggled softly.

                She smiled and grabbed one of his black satin sheets. She bit them with her teeth and ripped a piece off. He moaned softly as she slid up his body. He could feel her heated flesh above him and he wanted that. He wondered if he didn’t know who it was, if it would make a difference. He didn’t care at the moment.

                She slowly tied his wrists to his bed. He could easily break them if he wanted, but he didn’t want. She worked his buckle and pulled his pants off slowly, while her tongue ran down his leg, following the trail that his pants took. She ripped a couple more pieces and tied his ankles to the bed next.

                “Who is that?” He asked again.

                She smiled and took the glass of wine. It slowly trickled down onto his chest and he arched into the coolness of it. His senses went on overdrive as she dribbled the candle wax over the wine. “Sssss…” he hissed.

                She lifted her lace teddy off and rubbed her breasts against his chest. Up and down, making her nipples hard, and his cock harder. She began kissing him, deeply, possessively. She kissed down his body, over the burn marks, and licked the wine from his skin.

                “Please…” he whispered as she blew lightly on his cock. “At least tell me who you are.”

                She crawled back up his body and kissed him again. It didn’t taste like Buffy, but it had been a while. It could be anyone though. She impaled herself on his cock as hard as she could. He went deep and they both moaned in ecstasy. “Fuck.” She said as she started riding his hard body.

                She leaned down and rubbed her breasts against his chest again. Her hands slid around his head and slowly untied the blindfold. “Faith…” he whispered. “Ride me harder. Fuck me hard and fast. Don’t be gentle.” He ordered. “Ride me at a gallop.” He said and she smiled at the turn of phrase. “Use those fucking muscles you always talk about and squeeze me.” He said.

                She clamped down on his cock for all she was worth as she continued to fuck him, slamming down onto his rock hard cock as hard as she could. “Like that, Baby?”

                “Yeah, like that. Just like that. You know what I like.”

                “I do.” She said as she leaned down and bit his lip hard. She drew blood and he growled at her. He broke the bonds quick and flung her over. He hovered over her and slammed into her aching body. “Fuck.” She moaned. She felt like she was being ripped in two. “Fuck me, Baby. Really hard.”

                He started sawing in and out of her, desperate for the violent contact he’d been denied. She bared her neck to him and he immediately sank his fangs into her skin. She screamed and howled as she came, and he shot his cum deep inside her cunt.

                He rolled them over and pulled her on top of him. She was splayed over his bruised and burnt body and he held her. “So what do you think about a little revenge?” She asked after the pain subsided and they were quiet.

                “What did you have in mind?” He asked as she slowly took his cock into her mouth.

*******

                “What?” She asked him.

                “They’re all dead. We both know it. And we both know why.”

                “You’re right. We do.” She grinned. She grabbed him and attacked his mouth savagely. She tore her lip and tongue on the sharp edges of his fangs. His hands pawed at her and slid under her dress. He slipped a finger inside her wet cunt and she started fucking herself on it.

                “Oh god…” she whimpered as she writhed against his fingers. She started shaking and getting hotter. She continued moving against his hand, as he plunged his fingers deeper into her cunt. “You feel so good.” She said. “Why’d we wait so long?”

                “Needed the right time.” He moaned as his lips started for her neck.

                “And it still isn’t it.” She said as his fangs were poised at her neck. She screamed as she came and his fingers turned to dust inside her.

                “FAITH?” She heard his call. The front door opened and she rushed to him.

“Everyone is dead.” She stated.

                “Yes, they are.” He said as they started to head for the door. “Just like you wanted.”

                She kissed him deeply as they left the house, headed for parts unknown. “I love you, Angelus.”

~El Fin~